The Blackthorn market erupted into pandemonium. Screams tore through the air as stalls were overturned, goods scattered across the cobblestone streets. Flames licked at the edges of canvas tents, sending plumes of black smoke spiraling into the sky.
Korrin moved through the chaos like a shadow, his hood pulled low over his face. Every instinct told him to stop this madness, to intervene and protect the innocent lives caught in the crossfire. But he couldn't. He'd made his choice.
Alaric's wolves were everywhere, their hulking forms weaving through the crowd with terrifying precision. Some had shifted partially, their claws slicing through the air, while others remained in human form, their weapons gleaming in the firelight.
"Korrin!" Alaric's voice rang out over the chaos.
Korrin turned to see the rogue Alpha perched atop a fallen stall, his blue eyes alight with savage glee. "Keep moving! We're just getting started!"